Chapter Sixteen

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It was finally time to evolve. After so long stuck as a True Ancient Tempest Fenrir (Draconic), I was finally going to evolve. I pulled up the notification.

Would you like to evolve?

Yes. Total darkness surrounded me, then three blue screens appeared before me. Three evolutions. I focused on the first one.

True Primordial Ashbourne Fenrir:

You have been blessed by the Titan of Dragons and Fire. Now emerge from the ashes, reborn.

Eh. It’s not really for me. I moved to the next.

True Primordial Wyld Blessed Fenrir:

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You live within in the Primordial Forest, protecting it from danger.

Maybe. Sounds interesting enough. I turned to the last.

True Primordial Stormcalled Draconic Fenrir:

You have been called by the Storm. Now, become one with it.

This one… It sounds interesting. And lightning is what I use most. Well, as interesting as Wyld Blessed sounds, I pick True Primordial Stormcalled Draconic Fenrir. The screens vanished, and I slept.

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As the moon rose, I completed my final preparations. I turned to Selene with a sense of determination and asked, "Will you protect them?" She responded confidently, "Of course I will. I'll ensure they are safe from any threats too powerful for them to handle."

Satisfied with her assurance, I turned my attention back to the looming mountains. "Then I will see you when I am stronger," I declared. With a powerful leap, I launched myself into the air, my body shrinking and transforming as I accelerated towards the mountains with a fierce howl.

My evolution had greatly enhanced my abilities, now standing at an impressive 45 feet in length. My wings displayed a mesmerizing blend of blue, black, and dark green, adorned with silver scales like twinkling stars. My fur had darkened, while my spikes, teeth, claws, and horns were interlaced with veins of silver.

My eyes gleamed with newfound power as I embraced my strengthened elemental skills, including Primordial abilities that allowed me to control various elements. A new skill called Storm Blessed granted me mastery over storms, enhancing my strength when surrounded by their power.

As I landed gracefully on a mountain slope, I raised my head and let out a fierce howl, signaling the start of my hunt. "Let the hunt begin!" I proclaimed, ready to prove my strength.